I hold in my hands this evening

I hold in my hands this evening
A small basket of woven leaves
With flowers, incense and camphor
Frail and delicate, set afloat
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Monday’s child
A name meaning Happiness
This is my first attempt at a composition in Hindi / Urdu, with an English translation.
A shout out to NMY for her encouragement and preview! Continue reading →
I want to be the aeonian sun,
Not the evanescent breeze Continue reading →
I want to grow old with you.
We’ll wrinkle together. And grey.
Lose our glasses, our vision, our hearing, our memory, our friends.
Look back at days past. With much fondness and some regret. Continue reading →